explain this....

Love....and lust....over a long distance.

How is it that I can be so completely in love with someone that is so far away? add to that the fact that I've never met him. I mean face to face meeting. I've seen pictures, talked to him for hours online, and not to mention HOURS on the phone. But he's never touched me, never kissed me, never looked in my eyes. How can I be this devoted to him?

Not only that, but how can he return those feelings? His love for me, is so deep that I can hear it in his voice and see it in his actions towards me. But, then again HOW?!

I don't know the answer, and honestly I'm not sure that it matters. I know that I love him, I know that he loves me, and I know that no matter what we will be together. I can only hope that everyone else that finds themselves in this position, of loving so completely lets that love grow and doesn't shun it just because of a few miles of separation.


One last thought, again over these long distances. How is it that I can feel his touch? taste his kiss? how can I know that making love to him, submitting to him, will be amazing? I don't know!! But I know that the mere thought of him is enough to make my pussy wet, the thought of his touch will drive me to orgasm. I want him.....No I need him. And all this with oh so many miles between us.

Intuition...

So, he says to me he hopes she'll go up to bed soon....

And I started to say "With my luck, the way this weekend has gone...She'll want to have another "talk" and I won't get to play tonight."

Funny how that works.

He went BRB, and hasn't come back. My intuition seems to have been right.



Its all good, things are the way they are until he can extract himself. I understand, but no one can make it any easier.

Good night all...sleep well.........

Pampering my Sir...

So, here I am one more time to present you with a dream involving Sir and myself. I will preface this by saying at the point I start this I had been dreaming for some time about working with my Sir. Phone calls, order taking, web coding, and all the while he is deeply involved in production. At some point I realized it was after dark, and we'd worked the day away. I forwarded the phones to the machine, grabbing the R&D room keys before Sir can notice. I unlock the door and lean up against the door frame. Hand gripping the frame, one knee bent with my foot against the frame. I drop the keys making sure to get his attention.

I can see just how exhausted he is when he looks up and wipes his forehead on his forearm. "Babydoll? what are you doing?" he says slightly irritated at the disruption of his work. "Baby, come here" I call him over to me. I can see the frustration in his eyes but he humors me.

When he gets close I push away from the wall, and move in closer taking both his hands in mine. "You, Sir, have worked hard enough today." I turn and pull him along behind me towards the large private bath. The tub is filled with warm running water, the lights are dim, and music plays softly in the background. "Babydoll? what is this?" I smile softly, brushing a kiss on his lips before pulling his shirt up over his head. "This Sir, is your time to relax. You spend hours every day taking care of me, now its my turn to take care of you" I toss his shirt to the side, and kneel before him to untie his shoes, taking them off one at a time and laying them to one side, pulling his socks off next. Reaching up and un-buttoning his pants, pulling the zipper down, and then removing his pants one leg at a time. Following them with his boxer briefs. Running my hands up his legs before standing again. I lead him over to the tub making sure the water is the perfect temperature, and get him all settled in.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked as I walked out of room, "You're not leaving me in here alone Baby" I ignore his demanding tone and head out to the wet bar in the main room. Taking my time pouring his glass of Patron, and one for myself as well. Kicking my heels off at the door I go back into the bathroom to find him leaning back in the tub eyes closed breathing slowly. I can't help but smile, there were so many months I never thought I'd be here with him. Crossing the room I set the glasses down beside him, and he looks up with that look, the one that just makes me melt.

"You're back," he sighs happily. " of course, Sir, I won't ever leave you for long. I brought you a drink" With that I start removing my own clothing, laying it aside with his. "God babydoll, have I told you recently how beautiful you are?" I giggle softly, "Yes, Sir. Every day." I slip down into the water and he reaches for me, pulling me close. "Do you believe me yet?" He asks. "Yes, Sir" I whisper turning in the water to face him. "good babydoll...good" He sighs and leans back again in the warm water as my hands glide slowly up and down his arms, working the tight muscles as I do. I lean in and kiss him softly, moving my hands up and over his shoulders massaging my way towards his neck, teasingly running my tongue along his lower lip.

I straddle his lap and press my breasts against his chest while I work my way down his back, slow and easy, feeling the tension melt away as I do. His left arm comes up around my waist, and his right hand takes hold of my head bringing my lips to his. Kissing me deeply, our lips coming together, tasting each other, tongues exploring each other. His lips pull away from mine and brush their way down my neck. I arch my back against his arm lifting my breasts from the water. His lips slip down to grasp my nipple and tease it slowly.

The minutes tick by slowly, as we spend our time kissing, touching, loving each other. There's no need to rush, the only thing here and now, is the two of us. The world slips away as I reach down between us and find his rock hard cock, pulsing between us. Stroking it softly, and slowly while my other hand finds its way to run over his hair. "Oh, baby" he whispers softly against my flesh, the cool air moving over my wet flesh brings a chill to my skin and he pulls me close warming me with his body.

Without a second thought I lift up and slide his waiting cock into my pussy lips, sliding down the entire length of his cock. Slowly rocking my hips as I slide slowly up and down, letting my hard nipples glide along this chest, my hands on his shoulders bracing myself as I once more move up and down enjoying the tender movements of our bodies together. His lips once more find mine and he moans my name against them urging me to pick up the pace ever so slightly. His hands slip down my back coming to rest just under my ass lifting me up and dropping me back down. After several slow minutes of this acute pleasure, he stands up sliding me off his cock, lifting me into his arms and carrying me out of the tub to the bed in the next room.

Not a word is spoken, as he lays me down on the bed, sliding in beside me his hands gentle brushing against my cooling flesh. Spreading my legs easily with his hands and brushing my wet waiting pussy with his fingers. Pushing my legs further apart he climbs between them to guide his cock to my waiting hole. He slips between the lips slow and easy, long full thrusts in and out of my body, one hand gliding down my side to my hip, on down my leg urging me to wrap it up and around his waist. Tonight its all about us, the tender moments that bring us closer. In the next few moments his pumping becomes a little harder, but still slow and full strokes. Until I can't take it any more, and I whisper in his ear "I'm cumming" as my pussy tenses around his cock I hear him gasping and feel the surge of him cumming inside me, with me.

The tremors run through both of our bodies, and the moment passes, he rolls on to his back next to me. Pulling me up against him and wrapping me tightly in his warm embrace. "BabyDoll, you are way to good to me some days"

"I'll remind you of that the next time the brat shows up, Sir"

We laugh, we kiss, and we fall asleep in each others arms. Just another day at the office.

At the request of my Sir...

If you didn't read my last post, please read it first as its a lead into tonight's post. At the request of my Sir I've finished up my dream here....enjoy.


He crosses the room and opens the top drawer on our toy chest, the one that contains all my favorites. All varieties of nipple clips, and chains, labia clips, handcuffs, shackles, and the like. Just what was he going to pull out. I whimper slightly when I see the one thing I hoped it wouldn't be. A blindfold. "Sir" my voice quivers again. "SHhhhhhhh...." he comes up behind me, "quiet now babygirl, you have a lesson to learn," he whispers in my ear as he wraps the black cloth around my eyes and ties it behind my head. Before I can catch my bearings he's there pressed against my back, his hands rough against my breasts, alternating between a firm squeeze and a gentle caress. Focusing for a few moments on my rock hard nipples I can feel his cock pressing against my back through his jeans. And I want it, but I know better than to say anything.

He pulls his left hand away and I feel him reach between us his hand slipping into his front pocket. Then I hear the chain in his hand, and a chill comes over me as he steps back, and comes around me...I can hear his steps, feel the heat of his body close to mine, but no matter how hard I strain to get near to him, I can't escape my cuffs. There is silence in the room. Anticipation, and not knowing getting the better of me, and I moan softly. Which was the wrong thing to do, I felt a sudden smack of the crop on my left ass cheek and then before I get a chance to catch my breath he clips the cold metal clamps onto my nipples, the ones attached with a medium weight chain, that pulls and tugs at my nipples as I move. "Now, babygirl, you will tell me how we answer the phone here."

"Thank you for calling Acme sex supplies, how may I direct your call" I whisper a catch in my throat, a hesitation that doesn't go unnoticed. There is a slap of his large hands on my right ass cheek, and a hard tug on the chain between my nipples. "Was that the way we should answer the phone, babygirl?" " NO Sir!" I gasp. "Would you like to try again lover?" His voice is soft in my ear as his hand slips between my legs and brushes against my dripping pussy. Moaning softly, " Yes...Yes Sir"

"Thank you for calling Acme sex supplies, how may I direct your call," I said more clearly, and professionally. Hoping this is the answer he desires, so that he'll fill my desire. "Much better babygirl, now am I going to need to have this talk with you again?" Biting my lip I'm not sure how to answer, I know that it'll happen again, I'll see him working, deep in concentration, and watching him move I'll be distracted by the desire to be with him. "Sir, I can't promise that this will be the last time" I can hear the displeasure in his breathing......and I hear him walking away. The door opens. Closes. And he's gone, or is he?

- HBD

suspended....

I've always been a rather vivid dreamer, I'm the type of person that can go to bed with a thought in my mind and bring it to fruition in my sleep. It's quite a nice trait when you think about it. And of course, in the situation I live with - the distance between me and my Sir DT it is very nice indeed.

Sir, is often telling me what we'll dream about each night and most of the time that is exactly where my slumber thoughts go. Take last night, for instance, DT commented that we would be breaking in our R & D room properly. Oh my, the thoughts that can come from that.

It started with me sitting at a desk, in an office I've never seen before. Clad very properly in a simple black skirt, white button-up shirt, 5-inch heels, and did I mention a very simple black underbust corset. To the casual observer, nothing is amiss. The phone rings and I answer it slightly distracted by the sight of him across the room working on our new restraint device. In my distraction, I answer with a simple hello as if I were at home. A few brief moments of explanation and another order was taken. I hang up the phone to see him standing in front of me, a slightly disappointed look on his face. SHIT...I know he heard me answer now, and I'm in for it.

Without a word, he forwards all incoming calls to our answering machine and motions me into the R & D room. Still not a word, he leads me into the room, closing and locking the door behind us, placing the key on a hook over the door, well out of my reach but still within his. He sighs deeply, "Babygirl" hmmm I know I'm in trouble when the girl comes out, "how do you expect people to know who they are calling if you don't answer with our company name?" It's just time to apologize and be done with it. "I'm very sorry Sir, you are right."

"That my dear girl is not good enough" he takes my hands one by one and places them in cuffs above my head. He walks around me in a clockwise circle, reminding me of the importance of answering the phone properly. Stopping in front of me he reaches forward and squeezes my nipples through the fabric of my shirt. I can feel my pussy getting wet already.

He reaches for something from the wall behind me....is it a blindfold, a spreader bar or.....oh ....its the riding crop. With one hand he unbuttons my shirt and spreads it to show the tender flesh of my breasts. With the other, he runs the crop slowly down from the side of my neck between my breasts. Then quickly brushes it lightly across each nipple. First one and then the other before lowering his lips to the hard nubs, nibbling on them softly, then once more taking them between his fingers and squeezing them hard, bringing a gasp to my lips.

The juices from my pussy are now running down my leg. I want him to take me, I want him to use my body for his....and my....pleasure. But that's just not to be the case...not yet. He lifts my skirt and exposes my hot wet pussy to the cool air of the room. Once more he circles around me, pinching my nipples, running the crop up one leg, down the other, and tapping my pussy with it slightly, before bringing it hard against my ass cheek, one side, and then the other. The sting is more pleasure than pain, bringing me close to orgasm already. The anticipation alone is driving me to the brink.

Well....I've taken enough of your time now. So, I'll leave you here. But only because I'm crawling out of my skin wanting him right now.

- HBD

Ranting and rambling....

As we all know, life is complicated for me and DT. Not to belittle his complications, because they are HUGE.  Today I just need to vent, rant and whine about my own complications.

I've said before that I'm married, and the SO well we have a very volatile relationship. When we fight...we fight. Last night was one of those nights. It started with his feelings being hurt because he felt he wasn't getting enough attention. Then turned into a fight about money, cleaning the house, parenting, and let's face it....sex. Nothing is off-limits when we fight, its angry name-calling, screaming, hurtful comments, throwing things, and sometimes its physical violence.

This time was probably the worst its been in years, after what felt like hours of screaming, he'd taken my laptop and locked it in the car, he'd taken my cell phone, and I'd finally just had enough. At 2:30 in the morning I'm walking the streets alone, just wanting to run away, and never look back. But there is a problem. The car is locked with my keys in it, the kids are asleep, and my money is stashed in the house out of his sight.

A short walk brought me back to the house, just to find that all the doors were...locked. I wasn't really surprised though. As I was coming out of the yard I hear a sound from the front of the house. And there he is, crying, he's sorry he didn't mean it, don't leave, etc.

What am I thinking as I accept his apology and go back into the house? I really don't know. Other than, it's just too soon. I need time.

A dream in the making...

It has become more evident every day that DT and I were made for each other, we think alike, and we have the same unique desires in love and kink.

But it's so complicated, we know that we cannot be together right now. With that in mind, we have both put our minds together and come up with a business venture that will help us to achieve our dream of being a couple. Its an exciting process, that we are both looking forward to.

stay tuned for more.....

The Hardest Part

First let me start by saying this is Die_tryin, filling in for my lovely his_babygirl.

Now on to the meat of the topic... As Babygirl introduced us we are both in complicated situations in our primary lives and as such we only have limited time together online and on the phone. Now the hardest part, her significant other (SO) who works away most of the time is home for the holiday weekend, this is our first 3 day weekend with limited contact, it is only the first 24 hours and we are both a mess, she is on edge and not happy, I am in a similar way. We both realize this is the way it has to be until we untangle our situations apart from us until we can become us. The day has been full of quick texts, tweets, and a few naughty SMS messages. These are not a substitute for our normal almost unfettered access to each other. In our usual honesty, we are sharing all the interactions of the "SO's", it is creating feelings of confusion and anger and sympathy on levels we have never felt to this point. While we know this is how it has to be for now it doesn't make it any easier, It leaves us wondering when the Fates will intervene, or if we have to make our own fate....... DT

Playing with Fire

This isn't what I thought you'd be seeing here today.  I had this great idea for a topic, and then something happened last night that made for a night of poor sleep and nightmares.  So, here we go with a little twist of the knife.

What you have to understand reading this is that Die_Tryin and I have made the personal agreement that there will be 100% honesty and transparency in our relationship.  While there are so many miles between us trust must be our highest priority.  And thus far, we have succeeded in our mission...together.  But sometimes things happen or come to my mind that I just can't SAY, so to bring it here and post in this forum allows me the distance I need to bare my soul.

Last night My Dear Sir and I were playing, a little harmless cyber session to calm the waking beast in us both.   It was as always amazing, he has a fantastic imagination, and when I add mine to the mix, well its almost as good as the real thing.  However, this time it ended with the realization that he had just gotten off while in bed next to his sleeping wife.   That would be the trigger for this post.

I dreamt last night, twice...two different endings but the main story was the same.  It woke me up crying both times.  Exhausted and spent I made quick notes to get the thoughts out of my mind and on to a fantastic wake up call with  my Sir.

The dreams went the same, we were again playing but unlike last night he hadn't gone to bed yet, and while we were in the heat of the moment, his wife walked in.  In the first dream she was angry, so angry that she left him. In the second, she was hurt, and gave him the choice her or me.    Both of these dreams hurt me so deeply.  I wonder....is this thing we have actually worth it?

Where to start......

WOW, toss me into the middle of something and I can pick up where it was left off and run with it.  But ask me to start from the beginning and I'm at a loss.  The problem is, I have so many things I want to say, yet I just don't know where to start.
So, this is my start.  An introduction....I'm His_BabyDoll.   Who is the He?  Well, he is Die_tryin.  We are so many things to each other, friends, confidants, lovers, and of course sub and Dom.  Things are complicated for us both.  We live over 1000 miles apart.  He is married, with children.  I am also married, and have kids.  Do Not Judge us for the way we feel, this is not something we saw happening....but its the road we are on now.
And should the fates ever deem us worthy, we will be together.  Until then, here we are.  This is our story.